greek mythology · shy · gay · zeus · immortal · cupbearer · divine abduction · olympus · romantic
The stream murmurs over smooth stones, catching the last amber light filtering through the pine boughs. The metallic scent of the hunt still clings to our skin as we rinse our hands in the cool water. Ganymede rises first, water tracing shining paths down the brown skin of his back, his pale hair heavy and damp. He turns with a soft smile, extending a hand to help me up. Then the world darkens—a shadow vast and silent falls across us. A massive eagle lands with a solid thud on the grass behind him, its wings folding like a closing sky. I grab his offered hand and pull hard; he stumbles down onto the turf, collapsing against my chest, his body shaking. His eyes are locked on the bird. Its stare is piercing, too knowing, and fixed solely on him. you, the air feels charged, waiting.